Today I went to Target.

I pretended I had my own house.

I picked out all of the things I would buy for it.

Picture frames, mirrors, lamps, tables.

It was fun.

I imagined the type of house I would have.

The layout,

The colors.

I imagined the people coming over to visit.

How they would look at my stuff.

They would tell me they liked my taste.

It fits you, they would say.

I thought of the furniture I would have.

Paintings on the walls.

Picture frames everywhere.

I imagined the way the sun would come through the windows.

How it would reflect just perfectly throughout the rooms.

It all seemed perfect.

It was only just a dream I remind myself.

It’s amazing how real the imagination can be.